Sunday, May 16th, 2021
Ariana 💕
I was really dreading going back home because I just knew that I wasn't going to be able to catch a break. Right now the girls and I were in the hotel eating breakfast before we got ready to go our separate ways.
"What time is your flight Riri?" I ask Ariel.
"It's 10AM? My flight is at 1PM." She answers.
"Mine too." Denise says.
"Janice and I are at 1:30." Claire exclaims.
"I guess Sydney and I are the only ones leaving here at 2:30." I say, looking over at her.
She nods.
"Did you guys enjoy yourself?" Ariel asked.
"Oh yes!" Janice said. "Denise, please tell Zo this was well needed and that it was greatly appreciated."
Denise waves her off with a smile. "He does things like this all the time. I'll relay the message though."
Janice and Claire smile.
"How did you enjoy yourself Ari?" Sydney asked me.
"It would've been a lot more better if I weren't pregnant and Kyle was the father of my children." I mumble. "But I enjoyed myself because you guys were here."
They all grin.
"That's close enough." Denise says.
We all laugh and converse about the weekend. Telling stories of the things we did, heard and saw. It really was a fun getaway despite my trouble with Kyle. And now I have to go back and deal with his shit in person.
Lord give me strength.
*****
The first thing I do upon return is go to Kyle's house to pick up Violet. He unlocks the door but doesn't look at me, he just grabs Violet's bag and hands it to me. It wasn't nicely either, it was like he was shoving it into my chest.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim, putting the bag down onto the couch.
He gives me a once over before turning to get Violet from the room. What crawled up his ass?
When he came back, he sat Violet on the couch next to the bag.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask.
"What's wrong with me?" He said. "Ari, you deliberately went to Vegas while pregnant."
"I didn't drink or anything, I don't understand what the problem is." I furrow my eyebrows. "Do you not trust me?"
He doesn't say anything, he just looks away. I look up at him in shock.
"You don't trust me?" I ask. "What have I done for you to not trust me Kyle?"
"You obviously don't remember the miscarriage you had." He said.
"I didn't even know I was pregnant when I lost that baby!"
"Yet you still went to Vegas with this baby."
My face scrunches up. "I was safe. I didn't drink, I didn't do anything dumb."
"It could've been much worse." He said.
"You have no argument. You're just mad because I'm living my life my way." I say. "You have no legit reason to be mad at me. But I have every reason to be pissed at you."
"Threatening to take my child away because you don't trust me? That's your excuse? When have I ever given you a reason to not trust me? Tell me Kyle...because I need to know!"
His expression remains stoic. My eyes start to get watery and my lip trembles.
"You were going to take Violet away from me for your own benefit! You hate that I won't be with you so you were going to take away the one thing that means the whole world to me!" I cry.
The tears were rolling down my face freely as my voice cracked. I point at Violet on the couch, who looks confused as to why mommy and daddy are fighting.
"My baby!" I scream. "The one I carried in my body for 9 months!"
He doesn't say anything and it aggravates me.
"If I do end up losing this baby, it'll be your fault." I push him out of my way.
I grab Violet's bag and pick her up, mumbling under my breath about how he must've lost his mind.
"Talking about he don't trust me. How? Why? I didn't cheat on me twice. And you don't trust me? Fuck outta here with that shit." I mumble, walking to the front door.
I slam it behind me then get into my car and drive back home.
*****
My phone has been ringing off the hook for the last hour and a half. I already know who it is and I'm not answering. He's looking to pick another fight, which I will not entertain. So I put the shit on DND because it's really pissing me off. I just put Violet to bed and he's going to start this crap.
It wasn't long before I was running to the bathroom to throw up. All the gagging and heaving was really getting annoying. Having another baby by this man was going to drive me crazy, as if it isn't already.
I lean against the wall, trying to focus on evening my breathing. Anxiety during pregnancy is not a bad thing, but it can cause problems to the baby in the future. So I work on calming myself down because I can feel the angst arising within me.
I haven't been writing any music because I'm still in shock that I'm pregnant again. I didn't talk to Sam or the rest of the crew, but I figure I should say something soon considering that Sam is a click away from calling the venues and securing a date. Without that, there can be no tour.
I sniffle and stand up off the floor, walking over to the sink. I brush my teeth and wash my hands, before going into my room and texting Sam the news. He responds immediately, in the form of FaceTime. I decline it and tell him why not.
For the next few hours, we're discussing predicted due dates and plans for the incoming year. He suggests that I sit out for a year before getting back into the whole music and touring thing. I try to convince him that I'll be okay, but he tells me otherwise. It makes no sense to be on tour when I should be home taking care of my kids. I would bring them, but that's a disaster waiting to happen.
When we're done talking, I silently curse Kyle for putting my life on hold yet again. Maybe if he had a vasectomy we wouldn't have this problem. But here we are.
Sometimes life will give you more shit than lemons.
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